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The wish to share the heart is not it’s sharing out of itself. A dream demands two-way action, yet it was not in vain in my case. Wish of sharing enabled me to open the archives and thus to remind “sad portrait” on above…There were lots of yellow sand and the amber seashore – my footprints were everywhere there… Was and were – past tense is a key to the sadness of the yellow portrait, the situation comprehension points to the way out of the current mess and thus makes the tears into the lullaby worthy the sharing.

The picture put a question what is this? So the viewer looked at the title. The humbug. Thus the wonder did not stop, but continued to inquiry why??? Why is it the humbug? That‘s why I like the fine arts. The „What is this?“ always blossoms out with the „Why?“ at art showrooms.
The passersby would envy such consciousness outside the exhibition if not its follower the silence that terrifies with the question-marks.
The close-up always works like magic – changes everything to the abstraction that captivates with its symbolism. Some call that the fine arts, yet what do we need indeed? The confession of the faith in a plain writing, or the mystery of the “jabber‘s beauty?”
The last always hides us from ourselves.The lie always loses its power in the logic of the title.

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I bought a lottery ticket. It cost 1$, but I didn’t lose a penny – I win one dollar too. So today became my lucky day: I lost nothing. Was that not a dream?
Thus there are no wonder I didn’t stop buying the lottery tickets – I still have hope to improve my being: to change the sad reality of the living on a disability pension to asunny today. The lottery is my only way to do that.

“Time is what you have left.. you just march with it and use it the best you can”– Frank Stella